Have you ever tried to ignore something, but just couldn’t seem to escape it? I most definitely have. Let me tell you a story… For my 10th birthday, an older friend gave me my very first diary. I still have that book today. It’s got a mint-green cover, and the pages are heavily perfumed. It has its own lock and key. I remember, as a young girl, weaving stories in my mind as I drifted off to sleep each night. Often times they included living in a mansion, and/or horseback riding through the woods on my grandparents’ property. Sometimes I would even speak my stories into my brown Fisher Price…